I speake not but by proofe, and that may many rue,
My life doth cry it out, my death doth try it true:
Whereof I will in brefe rehearse the[1155] heauy hap,
That, Baldwine, in his woefull warpe, my wretchednes may wrap.
21.
In Windsore borne I was, and bare my father’s name,
Who wonne by warre all Fraunce to his eternall fame,
And left to mee the crowne, to bee receiued in peace
Through mariage made with Charles his heyre, vpon his life’s decease.
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